All of Percy's concentration had been on the bottle of firewhiskey, and so he jumped at the sound of a voice right next to his table. He looked around quickly with glazed eyes, then immediately stopped as a wave of vertigo overtook him. He put his head in his hand, hoping for the world to stop spinning.
"Someone got a weasel drunk?" he asked in confusion, not having fully registered that Weasley was a surname, let alone his.